Wednesday, December 10, 2014

BOOK BLAST: A.E. Via's Here Comes Trouble #MMRomance

Author A.E. Via

Title:
HERE COMES TROUBLE

Series: NOTHING SPECIAL #3

M/M GAY ROMANCE CONTEMPORARY

Edited by: Tina
Adamski

Cover Artist –
Princess SO

PAGE COUNT – 261

Release Date: November
28, 2014

Detectives
Mark Ruxsberg and Chris Green are very good at their jobs. Being the
enforcers for God and Day's notorious Atlanta PD Narcotics Task Force
causes the crazy duo to get into more trouble than they can often get out
of. The pair never misses out on an opportunity to drive their
Lieutenants crazy with their dangerous, reckless, and
costly stunts, landing them in the hot seat in front God... often.

Ruxs
and Green love their jobs and they don't mind the very demanding schedule that
leaves them little time for socializing or dating. It was fine with them, they
enjoyed hanging out with each other anyway.

However,
most of the men in their close circle of friends and colleagues are pairing off
and settling down. God has Day, Ro has Johnson, and their Sergeant
Syn has Furious.

For
the past several years, Ruxs has only sought out the advice
and company of one person, his partner and best friend Green, and vice
versa. Both of these alpha males are presumed straight, but neither can
deny the heat that's building in their once 'just friends' relationship.

EXCERPT

Ruxs and Green watched Day move
about in the office, not bothering to even look in their direction. It was
unnerving to say the least. It was like the calm before the storm. The door to
the office flew open, hitting the desk behind it so hard, Ruxs was amazed the
damn glass didn’t shatter. God. The storm was here. The IT guys turned away
from their many monitors and waited for the show to begin. Even a few of the
officers in the bullpen rose up from their desk to look through the glass that
separated their offices. Ruxs had an urge to close all the blinds. Nosey fuckers.

God leveled a hard look at them
that had him and Green both yanking their boots off their desk and sitting up
straight. God’s long hair was pulled back in its usual tight ponytail. His gold
badge hung from his neck sitting right between his two holstered chrome and
gold Desert Eagles. His green eyes gleamed with fury. Fuck, he was really mad.
He pointed at them while closing the large distance between them in five long
strides.

God slammed his huge hands on their
desk before Ruxs could finish, sending a few papers flying onto the floor.
“That’s right! Tactical Extraction Specialist!” God’s voice boomed in his deep
Southern accent as he towered over them and Ruxs felt extremely uncomfortable
sitting there. He wasn’t in danger per se. God would never put his hands on
anyone, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t invoke fear. He continued. “What’s your
fuckin’ job description?”

Ruxs and Green looked back and
forth between each other. It was a bullshit title along with a bullshit job
description. Everyone knew it. God and Day made it up so that Ruxs and Green
could get on the task force. The only skill they’d mastered was hand-to-hand
combat. They weren’t IT, special weapons, demolitions, or psych, like Ro and
Day. Their specialty was beating the shit out of people. That kept God from
having to be on the streets all the time. He’d send them to do the extractions.
Drug dealers and addicts didn’t always come willingly. They were good at it.
But their positions still had to be justified – taxpayers’ dollars well spent
and all that crap.

“Tactical! Tactical!” God shouted. “Means
carefully planned, so that it’s done with subtlety and finesse.” God yanked the
file that was in Day’s hand and opened it. “Not running through the streets
like a crazy person! Barreling over a man on a bike and almost killing him.
Slamming into a city bus full of people. Damn near killing an old lady! And for
what? For some strung-out, unreliable crack head informant! Goddamnit!”

Day stepped closer and put a
calming hand on God’s back. The man looked like he was going to burst a blood
vessel. Ruxs and Green had been in the hot seat so many times that they no
longer bothered to argue. They just let their LTs have their rant, then they
went back out on the streets. Because honestly, out of the twenty men on their
task force they were the ones that secured the information, so without them
there wouldn’t be shit to bust.

“Come on guys. You know it ain’t
easy chasing a damn crack head. I don’t know where the fuck they get that damn
speed from. Shit.” Green shrugged.

Ruxs heard a deep chuckle come from
the door. Syn walked in looking amused at their conversation. Their sergeant
was one of the most laid back but somehow ridiculously stern guys he’d ever
met. He had no problem handling the task force with a demanding ease. He was
their lieutenants’ right hand man and a badass himself. Everyone’s attention
turned back to God when he yelled out again.

“Thirty-thousand goddamn dollars.
That’s how much you dumb fucks just cost my department.” God slammed the file
on their desk and looked at them with an angry, glowing green stare. “It better
be fuckin’ worth it. Speak!”

Ruxs didn’t hesitate. He knew what
they had was going to really pique God and Day’s interest. “Chainz is getting
ready to bring in some serious weight in the next few weeks. He’s dealing with
some foreign contacts that will be accompanying the shipment.”

Green sat up closer, finishing Ruxs
thought.

“Get this shit. He’s bringing it to
Clev Ave., thinking there won’t be any heat watching those houses.”

Ruxs was shaking his head, knowing
that God’s ire was settling fast at the thought of making that kind of a huge
bust. Finally taking down one of the major drug kings in Atlanta and a few
potential foreign drug smugglers. Fuck yeah. This would make National news.

“How sure do you think this
informant was?” Syn asked.

Ruxs spoke confidently. “He looked
shook. Said that the neighborhood wasn’t feeling this type of activity. It’s
like they want Chainz to get stopped on this one. Tommy Tee looked dead serious
when he told us. Said that a few of Chainz’s main
carriers been trying to pull back on this deal… like they didn’t want to be a
part of it.”

God was stroking his goatee and
looking at Day – doing that silent talking shit that they always did. Day shook
his head yes as if God had actually spoken and turned to Syn. “Syn get on that.
Let’s see what pans out.” God and Day walked out of the office, more than
likely going to run this by the captain.

Syn turned towards them. “Poke
around and see just who might actually want Chainz stopped. Maybe one of his
key players is willing to roll on him.”

Ruxs and Green both stood up. Time
to go back to work.

“Do what you guys do.” Syn leveled
his own strict glare on them. Everyone knew the sergeant didn’t take no shorts
either. He could come down on them just as hard as the LTs. “Just do it with a
lot more tact fellas. Got me? You’re the guys that don’t exist, doing the
things that didn’t happen, on the orders that nobody gave.”

A.E. Via is
still a fairly new author in the beautiful gay erotic genre. Her writing
embodies everything from spicy to scandalous. Her stories often include
intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.

When she’s not
clicking away at her laptop, she devotes herself to her family—a husband and
four children, her two pets, a Maltese dog and her white Siamese cat, ELynn,
named after the late, great gay romance author E. Lynn Harris.

While this is
only her sixth novel, she has plenty more to come. So stalk her – she loves
that - because the male on male action is just heating up!

Go to A.E.
Via’s official website http://authoraevia.com for more detailed information on
how to contact her, follow her, or a sneak peak on upcoming work, free reads,
and where she’ll appear next.

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